Hi Darling Ones,
Now that I’m back I need to get this first shitty post out of my system so I can get back to providing you with the slightly unhinged, occasionally thought-provoking, and mildly entertaining content you’ve come to expect from I Will Dare dot com.
For the record, I never consider what I produce on this website “content.” Barf. I think of it as a writing.
I trust you all survived the holiday unscathed. I almost did. I managed to cut the tip of my left index finger which is making typing super annoying. I also had a small tiff with Sister #2 on Thanksgiving night that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
My family has this long-running joke about how awful it is to stay at Supergenius HQ and how everything is going to affect my Yelp review. I started this joke a long time ago and I’m regretting it.
This is amusing for a day or two. But after three days of hearing about how there’s too many plants, how it’s too dark, how the Internet was kind of wonky, how there’s Diet Coke instead of Diet Pepsi, how they have to make a second pot of coffee, it gets to be a bit much. It doesn’t help that it’s three against one.
When I woke up from a short nap after Thanksgiving dinner, Sister #2 jumped right on me with how loud I snored. I told her I needed her to back off a little. I explained that as my energy waned my sensitivity increased and the “jokes” were getting to me. She responded by saying sorry and then giving me the silent treatment for the rest of the night.
So that was fun and hasn’t at all given me a shit ton of anxiety about Christmas.
Up to that point, however, we had a pretty good week. The highlight was probably when Sister #2 and I serenaded Sister #4 with an a cappella version of Jeremey Messersmith’s “Ghost.” because of her ability to burn bridges even if she’s standing on them.
Ok. We’re back on the horse now,